Chapter 2

Crymson Towers

Draco looked up as he flew through his main gardens. He had a forest green pea coat flying behind him as he looked over at Malfoy Manor. His father was given the Dementor's Kiss after Voldemort came out fully. The Ministry had gotten scared and killed off all of the accused death eaters in Azkaban. Everything had instantly gone to Draco and he had grown up from then on. He had refused the Dark Mark from Voldemort but supported him in order for the dark lord to spare him. It was a pretty good deal, now that he thought about it. He was going into battle tomorrow and was surprisingly looking forward to it. He hoped Harry Potter did kill off the old bugger and let him live his life the way he wanted to. Of course, he wouldn't mind if his old rival joined him. Draco finally landed among the maroon roses, on the strawberry colored rock path leading into the rose maze and shaded his eyes to look up as his owl swooped towards him. He frowned darkly as it landed on his arm and held out a black envelope tied to his leg. Draco untied it and walked into the rose maze, leaving his broom leaning against the marble bench outside of it.

"Dear Lord Malfoy, there will be a final meeting tonight to go over the final plans for the battle tomorrow. Since you insist on staying in your mansion instead of on the battle field with us, we will be beginning our meeting at midnight." Draco read out loud then sighed and looked up at the beautiful statue in the center of the maze. A woman with flowing robes and wide grey wings outstretched, her arms rose to the heavens in an eternal plea. Draco laid the black paper down on the base of the statue then walked off to get his broom. He gave one last glance at the statue then disappeared around the corner.

"Draco darling," his mother called as Draco went up to his room to get dressed. She had a long midnight blue heavy robe on with matching azure earrings dangling from her pale ears. Her long carefully shaped white blonde hair held up with a blue and black comb. She was standing by the railing as he passed her, her cold blue eyes ringed in black makeup.

"Yes mother?" Draco stopped and looked back at her.

"Are you going to be fighting tomorrow?" She asked, her thin pink lips pressed together tightly.

"Of course, it's my duty," Draco answered her, she nodded, looking down. Draco then turned and continued up to his room. He went into his green and silver decorated room and opened his closet. He pulled out his black velvet cloak with the silk lining and pulled off his pea coat. He then slipped on his floor length cloak and went over to the mirror. His silver white hair falling almost into his ice blue eyes as he pulled up the deep hood and checked it so it wouldn't in any way reveal what he looked like. He hated the death eater costume and since he technically wasn't one, he didn't have to wear it. He nodded to his completely disguised self and pulled out his wand, apparating out of his mansion and into London. He stood staring up at the sign reading Knockturn Alley in Daigon Alley. He gave the old sign a smirk and walked past it. He went from shop to shop, buying a couple things and talking to a few people. When he came out, someone grabbed his arm.

"Master Malfoy, the Dark Lord wishes to see you in his tower," the old hag hissed, Draco sneered at the old woman and turned away from her.

"He said he wanted you to be there immediately," she called after him. Draco rolled his eyes and walked into the slowly approaching twilight. He sighed and pulled out his wand, apparating to Voldemort's tower. It was a simple tower done in a dark red stone. Four jagged points pierced the dark skies above it and dead grass surrounded the stone courtyard. Draco walked up the wide red steps and knocked on the heavy crimson door. It slowly creaked open and a stooping man stood there waiting for him.

"Master Malfoy, good of you to respond so quickly," the man had a low sneaky voice to match his face. He gestured for him to come in; Draco walked past him and looked up at the human skeleton chandelier hanging from the high ceiling.

"Malfoy," Voldemort was descending the winding stairs towards him.

"My Lord," Draco bowed his head.

"I wanted to talk to you before the meeting. To stop here before going on to the battlefield. We've been fighting hard but it all comes down to tomorrow and I'll make sure of that. You are to be right behind me incase the enemy suddenly decides to attack my back or anyone else. I trust you to keep my back clear," Voldemort trailed off, his snake like face looked almost human but not quite. Draco nodded slightly.

"Good, you are the only one I know of that has the guts to stay around and get the job done, if only for your own gains. Also in the unlikelihood that I do find myself…killed, I want you to take over with Blaise Zabini, you both have been my best supporters, from your fathers on and I trust that you both will carry on my mission. Each of you have been given equal power and will rule together without any quarrel," Voldemort turned and started walking deeper into the main room of the tower where a long table stood. A lone figure was sitting at the end, the blazing fire lighting up his auburn curly hair. Blaise had an impish smile playing over his freckled features as he stared up at Draco.

"Well then, I must be off to get everything ready for the meeting tonight. Good evening gentlemen," Voldemort turned and disappeared into thin air without a sound.

"Malfoy," Blaise nodded up at Draco. He slowly pulled his hood back to look straight into Blaise's dark emerald eyes.

"Zabini, stare into my eyes, what do you see?" Draco asked quietly, Blaise's smile slowly faded.

"Death," Blaise answered truthfully.

"Trust me Blaise, you wouldn't want to be on the wrong side," Draco said simply then turned and apparated.

Draco watched as the Death Eaters had their final party together in preparation for the coming battle. Blaise was among them, a full death eater himself; he had taken his father's place after Draco had turned it down. Draco was in the shadows, among the trees, his cloak wrapped around him. He looked up at the dripping full moon above him, the rays kissing him lightly as he walked away from the fires, drinking and noise. He could barely see the crimson tower of Lord Voldemort in the distance.

The next morning Draco stood with his wand outstretched, taking down his fair share of the opposite side. He turned when the circle was just beginning. He stared as his old headmaster fell, shocked to his very core. Something suddenly caught the corner of his eye just then. He looked over to see a red headed angel running towards him. She was almost blinding in her white dress, her pretty full mouth open. She was going to try to get herself killed. Draco suddenly dodged forward and wrapped his arms around her waist as Harry and Voldemort cast their last spells.

She deeply struggled against him, her nails digging into his arms as her wand fell in the dirt underneath them. He held onto her tightly as both the Dark Lord Voldemort and Harry Potter fell to the mud, both unfortunately dead. Everyone had stopped fighting was had gathered around the two. The girl in his arms was screaming, tears streaming down on her ivory white face. Draco finally pulled her deeply against him, her sobs muffled by his shoulder as silence finally descended like a thick blanket among the gathered witches and wizards. The girl finally fainted and Draco picked her up off her feet and apparated out of there.

TBC

Told you it wouldn't take long.